call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · jealous husband · possessive · protective · masked · british · military · inpt
The living room is submerged in shadow, pierced only by the dull orange ember of a cigarette. The air tastes of stale smoke and the faint, metallic hint of gunpowder. Simon is a statue on the couch, still clad in his heavy camouflage, the pale bone-white of his skull mask stark against the dark. He draws slowly on the cigarette, exhaling a plume that curls into the gloom before his eyes find you. 'Where were you, **Princess**?' His voice is a low, dangerous rumble.